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—THE IRELAND TEAM HAD WON, EVEN THOUGH KRUM HAD CAUGHT THE SNITCH. "Vell, ve fought bravely," said a gloomy voice behind Rigel, making him turn around; it was the Bulgarian Minister of Magic.
"You can speak English!" said Fudge, sounding outraged. "And you've been letting me mime everything all day!"
"Vell, it vos very funny," said the Bulgarian minister, shrugging.
••
As soon as the Black family (+Tom) reached the tent, Remus went to make hot chocolates for everyone, while Sirius tried to help.
Rigel flopped onto the couch, wandlessly accio-ing a book into his hands, and started reading.
He stopped reading almost immediately as he remembered something.
The veelas didn't affect him and it wasn't because of his Occulemency shields.
Was he gay?
He turned around at the sound of footsteps, eyes widening when he saw a shirtless-Tom looking for something.
Yep. He was definitely gay.
"Has anyone seen my mask and shirt?" Tom asked, not noticing Rigel's flushed face.
"In your room, in your trunk, next to your bed, Tom." Remus answered, walking into the living room.
"Right. Thanks." Tom said and walked out.
"Are you feeling alright?" asked Remus, handing a glass of hot chocolate to Rigel, only now noticing the fact that his face was scarlet.
"Yep." Rigel nodded, his voice unusually high.
Remus didn't look too convinced, and looked at him in concern. "If you say so.."
"Rigel, go to the forest with Moony." Sirius instructed.
"What about you—? right." Rigel stopped, looking at the mask in his hand.
"Come on, Ri." Remus held his hand, pulling him out of the tent.
••
Rigel, Draco, Blaise, Remus, Narcissa, and Mrs. Zabini walked into the forest. The adults were in a conversation about god knows what, while the teens were unusually quiet.
"You know what, Draco?—"
There it was. The usual bickering. Rigel sighed, rubbing his forehead, trying to make his headache go away.
The sound of screaming alerted them that it had all started.
Rigel stopped, turning around.
His mouth was agape in reluctant awe. The campsite was burning and the mudbloods were hanging in the air— solely for a good laugh at their screams.
"Ri, come on." Draco grabbed his hand, pulling him.
"Sorry." Rigel mumbled.
••
"Ron, where are you?" A voice said, making them look around.
"Tripped over a tree root."
"Well, with feet that size, it's hard not to." Draco drawled.
Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger turned sharply and immediately glared at him.
Ron told Draco to do something that Rigel knew he would have never dared to say in front of an adult.
"Language, Weasley." Blaise joined in, his eyes glittering. "Hadn't you better be hurrying along, now? You wouldn't like her to be spotted, would you?"
He nodded at Granger, and at the same moment, a blast like a bomb sounded from the campsite, and a flash of green light momentarily lit the trees around them.
"What's that supposed to mean!" asked Hermione defiantly.
"Granger, they're after muggles." Rigel finally joined in.
"D'you want to be showing off your knickers in midair? Because if you do, hang around... they're moving this way, and it would give us all a laugh." said Draco.
"Hermione's a witch," Weasley snarled.
"Have it your way, Weasley." Blaise rolled his eyes at his idiocy.
"If you think they can't spot a Mudblood, stay where you are." Draco said, looking bored.
"You watch your mouth!" shouted Weasley.
"Never mind, Ron," said Granger quickly, seizing Ron's arm to restrain him as he took a step towards Draco.
There came a bang from the other side of the trees that was lauded than anything they had heard. Several people nearby screamed. Draco and Blaise chuckled softly, while Rigel was looking somewhat between being bored and amused.
"Scare easily, don't they?" Draco asked lazily. "I suppose your daddy told you all to hide? What's he up to— trying to rescue the muggles?"
"Where's your parents?" said Weasley, his temper rising. "Out there wearing the masks, are they?"
Draco turned to Weasley, still smiling.
"Well... if they were, I wouldn't be likely to tell you, would I, Weasley?"
"Oh come on," said Hermione, with a disgusted look at Draco, Blaise, and Rigel. "let's go find the others."
"Keep that big bushy head down, Granger," sneered Draco.
"Come on," Granger repeated, pulling Weasley up the path.
"I'll bet you anything his dad is one of the masked lot!" They heard Weasley exclaim angrily.
"Well, with any luck, the Ministry will catch him!"
Draco scoffed at Hermione's words, knowing nothing would actually happen.
"Morsmorde!" A voice suddenly said.
"Well, shit." Blaise muttered, looking at the dark mark that was now in the sky.
"Kids, let's go." Remus said, walking over to them with Narcissa and Mrs. Zabini.
